Construction - a series of truths misapplied in organic order on odd days by various individuals living chaotic lives that occasionally collide to form a structure. Karen
The way that can be experienced is not true (Tao) because truth is the palette on which the experience happens; only the impermanent is experience-able. Fundamentally, all change is impermanent.
Change, change, and more change. The tiny house is gone. Sold to a new family. The pad now graded and leveled with squared forms and rough-in plumbing waiting on inspection scheduled for tomorrow. Twelve pallets of concrete linger, covered and dry for the slab foundation starting in three days. This scene changes daily leaving no trace, prompting me to question what is true.
The world that can be constructed is not true. (Tao)
Gravel hand tamping day after passing inspection. Rain comes in a few hours to aid in settling the gravel. I know I am building a sanctuary, but this too shall pass. I tamp until my arms and back ask for reprieve...until all my layers are wet. This is my gift to me, the wetness, the labor, the reverberation, the tamping. All presents, unwrapped, used, exhausted, and appreciated, but not true.
The Way manifests all that happens and may happen (Tao)
Tamping completed. Thirty two plastic covered double stacked pallets of lumber lay in the background - bones if you will. A graveyard of skeletons to some. But to me, the way of all that happens and may happen.
Twenty foot long rebar lay in the foreground. The R-10 foam board insulation is laid, and a vapor barrier will go over the insulation before the rebar is installed. We are in mid January, closing in on spring. A mild winter contributes to the seamless process thus far. At least, seamless is my experience. But,
Beyond the gate of experience flows the Way,
Which is ever greater and more subtle than the world (Tao). I am unsure if I will ever be ready to give up experience.
